It is some 13 years since Chris Clark delivered his debut album on Warp, the rather quite brilliant Clarence Park. By his prolific standards, he's been relatively quiet in recent times; this seventh full-length is his first for two years. While there are occasional experimental interludes, for the most part Clark is a playful affair, with the St Albans-born producer delivering a set of tracks that layer fuzzy chords, distorted melodies, spiraling electronics and exotic instrumentation atop scratchy techno grooves. There are, of course, plenty of twists and turns along the way, with the dystopian electro of "Banjo", eccentric ambience of "Snowbird" and the surging, almost symphonic electronica of "Beacon" standing out.